This is the Life
Chapter 1- THE LETTER
It's been a couple months or so after Child's Play 3 went to theaters. Chucky, lying on his couch, was watching tv; flickering through channel after channel after channel. ' There's nothing to fucking watch nowadays.' He muttered under his breath. He looked to the side at a mirror that he kept on the wall. The newly made scars from the fan accident on set were healing okay, but were still sore. It made the most simplest things difficult to do, like reach for the glass of water on the little table next to him.
" God fucking DAMN IT!" He yelled when his fingers barely made contact with the glass, but somehow knocked it off the table. He sighed while getting up. Now, he has to clean that shit up. ' Lucky me' he rolled his eyes. He moves to the hallway closet and grabbed a couple towels, the broom, and dustpan. After the mess was gone, he started to move back to the couch.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
" Oh my god..." he mumbled as he ran his fingers through his hair. He goes to the door. " Hang on! I'm coming!" He shouts. Chucky unlocks and opens it. " Oh hey Fred." Yep the dream demon himself: Freddy Krueger. One of Chucky's closest friends. He smirked at Chucky's disheveled look. " Heh tired I see." Fred hands him some envelopes. " Here. I got your mail for you. I had an inkling you probably wouldn't want to go that long distance to get it." Chucky laughed at his statement as he took the mail.
" You're damn right. Thanks Fred." He went to glance at the mail, but stopped. " Wait a minute. Shit. You wanna come in? Have some coffee or something?"
" Aww man I thought you'd never ask!" His smirk grew as Chucky laughed harder. " Yeah yeah come in,you asshole!"
" Don't mind if I do." Freddy walked in and sat on the couch while Chucky started looking through the mail. " Junk mail. Junk mail. Bill. Bill. More Junk mail...oh." Fred looked over at Chucky. " What's up?"
Chucky held up a pink enveloped with ' to Chucky ' written in a very familiar handwriting.
" Oh ho ho! Seems you got a...secret admirer?" Freddy asked wiggling his eyebrows. The red head made a face at him before opening the letter. " Dear Chucky, " he read aloud, " It's Tiff. Remember me? It's been three years since we've seen each other. Well...since you supposedly died. I know you've been busy. You know, making movies and all that jazz. But I think we have some catching up to do. I miss you. And I hope you missed me too. See you soon (hopefully), Tiffany."
There was an arrow drawn pointing to the right. He turned the card over. " P.S I'm living in Chicago. At 124 Porcelain Street."
After a few moments, he tore his eyes away from the letter, " Holy shit."
" Who's Tiffany?" Chucky turned to Freddy before answering, " She was my girlfriend back when I was still human. We were together for years before I put my soul into this thing. " He motioned to himself. " I remember after getting payed for the first film I went back to Hackensack to find her, but she wasn't there. I couldn't find her anywhere. I even went to a hideout we kept, and she still wasn't there."
" But now, " he said, staring at the letter, " Now, I know where she is."
" So...you're gonna go see her?"
" You think I should?"
" Chucky, man, come on. It's obvious you still want this chick. And it's obvious she still loves you ( I don't know why?). Just go to her!" He said before taking a sip of beer he got from the fridge.
" Yeah," Chucky nodded his head in agreement, completely ignoring that side comment, " Yeah! " He grabbed his phone off the hook and started to dial numbers.
" What are you doing, Chuck?"
" Scheduling a flight. I'm going to Chicago."
- Hours later -
Chucky has been looking out the window of the plane for the past hour or so. He couldn't believe he was doing this.
" I can't believe I'm doing this." he said under his breath. He hasn't seen Tiffany in a long time and he never stopped thinking about her. ' I wonder how much she's changed in three years. I hope she hasn't let herself go.'
He can remember the night before he died back in '88. He was lying in bed with Tiffany when the phone rang. It was Eddie. He had a job somewhere in Chicago that could get them both ten grand each. Of course, Tiffany didn't want him to go. She told him she had a bad feeling about this one.
Chucky sighed. He should have listened to her. If he did then they would still be together right now. Well, he can't change anything. Have to keep moving forward.
Passengers! This is your captain speaking. We are about to land. Please refrain from attempting to move about.
Once the plane landed, Chucky grabbed his duffle bag and left the plane. After exiting, looked around for his ride. He felt a tap on his shoulder. The person was tall. Chucky looked up to see the emotionless face that is Michael Myers.
" Sup Mike." Michael gave the doll a simple smile before turning around and walking in another direction. He motioned for Chucky to follow him. Which he did.
Michael helped Chucky into his car before getting in the driver's seat. During the car ride, Chucky had so much on his mind. His thoughts were mostly about Tiffany. He kept asking himself in his head, ' How is she going to react when she sees me? What if she doesn't want anything to do with me? She probably has some grudge since we haven't spoken to each other in a long time. Hell, she probably thinks I forgot about her all together.' All those thoughts traveled through his head like a freight train.
He shook the thoughts from his head and leaned his head against the window.
The ride was mostly silent for obvious reasons until Michael pulled up to a hotel: The Omni Chicago Hotel.
" Holy shit." Chucky said mesmerized. He's been to a hotel before, but never one this nice. Good thing he still had money saved up.
" Hey" Chucky turned to Michael.
" Yeah?"
" Good luck with...you know." Michael started to trail off. He never really liked talking all that much.
Chucky gave him a grin and a thumbs up before grabbing his bags and exiting the car. He watched Michael drive off. He made his way to the lobby where the receptionist was located. There was staring from all directions. And there were whispers as well. Chucky, fortunately for those people, ignored them and got the key for his room.
" You have a nice stay, sir." The smiling receptionist woman said, keeping her eyes on the killer doll as he made his way to the elevators.
" Yeah, sure." His face was emotionless on the outside, but on the inside, he was laughing his ass off. It was good people still see him as a threat. It was REAL good. He was alone in the elevator. No one wanted to get in the elevator with him. It was partially his fault. Whenever someone would start to step into the elevator, Chucky would scare the bejeezus out of them and maniacally laugh as they ran away screaming.
He dropped off at the hotel at 10:00 p.m. He decided to sleep now and and get to Tiffany's house in the morning. He set down his bags, changed into some sweats, and plopped onto the bed. Pulling out a crude sketch of Tiff he kept with him, he sighed before setting it down on the night stand. Getting under the covers and placing his head on the pillow, he eventually drifted off to sleep.
Beep Beep Beep Beep Be- click
Chucky slowly lifted his head off the pillow with his eyes still closed and a long strand of hair stuck to the side of his face close to his mouth. He wiped the strand off his face including the dried up drool that stuck it there using his sleeve. Finally opening his eyes, he checked the clock. 8 a.m.
" Oh god," he groaned as he got out of bed. After getting ready, he leaves the hotel and hails a cab.
The cab driver rolled the window down. " Hey aren't you supposed to be making a film or something?" By something he means slitting some poor bastard's throat.
" You could say I'm on vacation. Can you take me to 124 Porcelain Street?"
" Ya damn right I can...for $50."
Chucky gets in the cab and hands the guy a $100 dollar bill. " Keep the change."
" Holy crap! Will do! Now you just sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride."
" Okay Chucky...you can do this. You got this."
Chucky's been repeating this to himself for the past ten minutes. " Okay all I have to do is knock on the door. How hard can it be?" he lifts his hand to knock, but puts his hand back down. " Come on Chucky stop being a bitch and knock on the fucking door."
' Just do it!' He screamed in his head. He could feel himself hyperventilate as he knocked on the door.
Tap
Tap
Tap
He waited.
And waited.
And waited.
" Hang on! I'm coming!" A very sweet voiced called before the locks on the door start to turn. A stream of sweat trailed down Chucky's temple while he watched the door slowly open. Revealing a very attractive blonde dressed in black.
Chucky just stared in awe and Tiffany did the same.
" Hey Tiff."
" Hi Chucky."
Here's the first chapter of ' This is the Life'
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